There's something swimming down there.
Unseen, subcutaneous under layer and layer.
Malice in that silence,
venom in that stare.
laying in wait, to strike, break,split tear.
Peace as a siloullusion of the swelling act.
Waiting on reality's organic nascent,
unresolved affair.
Whatever it is that swims waiting for a chance,
in your terror askance.
Will soon break on out, too real for fiction:
to swallow you whole in it's gruesome glory.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
There's something swimming down there.
Unseen, subcutaneous under layer and layer.
Malice in that silence,
venom in that stare.
laying in wait, to strike, break,split tear.
Peace as a siloullusion of the swelling act.
Waiting on reality's organic nascent,
unresolved affair.
Whatever it is that swims waiting for a chance,
in your terror askance.
Will soon break on out, too real for fiction:
to swallow you whole in it's gruesome glory.
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